J does not like his hair cut. The noise and touch around his ears, eyes and neck drive him batty. So, I do it myself instead of trying to subject someone else to the torture. And it has to be done with scissors, clippers are out of the question. He won't even be in the same room as them.
I had avoided doing it for quite some time, and it was getting long. A mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do. So, I put him on the computer and started snipping. Less than halfway through, he squirmed and I did this.
Did you ever notice how many blood vessels there are in the top of the ear? It bleeds almost as much as the mouth does. And that's what annoyed him, the blood that dripped on his chest. Once I cleaned it up and put a Cars band-aid on it he forgot all about it. At least I thought he did.
The story he picked for bedtime? Llama Llama Mad at Mama. Thanks, Champ. Just twist that knife in a little deeper.
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